Lens Poems - Poems about Lens

It's like looking in a mirror The actions all familiar The hands shaking The knees almost buckling Like a scene from a movie That hits too close to home Seeing it in a different light Makes for an interesting perspective From this view Looking a bit ridiculous Making me wonder Are my feelings overrated Is it all really a ploy For attention For acception I...

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Courageous stories end courageous words, issuing peaceful assemblies Laid away as day was valued, enjoyed without symbol Divisive victory hiding overtures of bread Hardships and arrogance about how we fed In adams apple, the evening gowns And cities skied believing hounds Talks behind, collard barrels as wine Another stretch and dance A loft, building a glance So far ahead the subway can...

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The alchemy of truth may be from a particular perspective or colored by youth and sprinkled with objective For your truth can hold your own view your lens through which you see the world And naivety can lead astray and reality fall subject to that doom And you may not have the ability yet to completely read the room When you don't have wisdom You...

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The Lord is faithful to forgive His children when we repent sincerely of our sins. He’ll redirect us to the path He’s chosen and help us view life through the proper lens. ...

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Things taught black and things taught white When I was young and caged, Became a brilliant-colored quilt When teens rushed through my age. Things swarmed shadowed shades of gray Once I turned middle-aged, Then circled back to black and white As I became a sage. ...

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Lights flicker on the laptop Taking me to starlit nights An unassuming muted skyline Helps me recall Brooklyn Bridge at sunset This cup of tea reminds me What it's like to be held in love...

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Can blackwater lilies sing forth sonnets of daylight and unsung those cacophonous notes of omen, which rhymed with sombre elixir of spruce rivulets and veiled your crimson touch of life, in eons of unforgivable death? Those haunting floods of heinous moth-ringed August still carve my lungs with an eerie monsoon petrichor, when the sundial reversed...

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A pure white dove fans its tail feathers. A scurrying chipmunk misses the show. My eye took it all in while the world blinked. Back home the picture I took just before the tail display, will always be mildly disappointing, yet that next image (the one not caught), will long remain, the one I most clearly see....

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science zoom in on a disturbance science zoom in on a lens of the universe science disturb the lens of the universe science create or disturb the lens of the universe science create or zoom in on the lens of creativity creativity zoom in on creativity creativity is a lens of creativity the universe create the lens of creativity disturbance zoom in on...

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A constant buzz of busyness Continually swarming us Easy to get dragged down Caught up in the fuss While in the moment All you can say is c’mon Poked like a voodoo doll The pain keeps piling on Balancing your emotions What a rollercoaster ride Walking on a tightrope Just trying to get to the other side Starting to change my stance What I viewed before as...

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Warsaw 1940 certain inhabitants designated A health risk were ordered to strip naked Had to shower to become clean this ploy Caused public humiliation, and showed Dominence there was also mass quarrantine Also to your own house that was Useless in its 'so called mission' And in fact caused a rise in infection As the immune systems of people Lowered due to length...

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Image in Light Images are light Well an image is recorded by and in light Light which passes through a lens to strike a retina or a photosensitive surface with an attached brain either physiological or material to percieve I could say that an observer gives existence to an image though this existence...

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The Art of a Dying Man David J Walker The dam was broken and The man trying to save it Worked alone As we watched through the lens of an iPhone hoping to capture the moment of collapse As the names of hero’s have changed on plaques of a media enriched society Where watchers become stars in the constellation of the unintended...

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Reading between thin lines, holes begin to appear Not redactions or errata, pixelation becomes clear Cross within a circle, new configuration's designed Simultaneously hits home, blowing away our mind By David Kavanagh...

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Pen and lens are the two main things to my living for instance. By these two I capture all, all those are not in my fate at all! A beautiful sky, a moment thereby. A lover's heart who is not near, not far apart! Sometimes a moonlit night, or sometimes the decaying time which I want to hold tight. Or the emotions by which I can...

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